Paulette

Plum Pie Contest

My Dream Villa

Cake-making Diploma

Father Baptiste, I've sinned.

I put roaches in the food of the Chinks who now run my restaurant.

Try to understand me, Father.

And God, try to understand me, too.

Those Chop Sticks, those Ay-rabs,

those Negros who invade France...

They stole our jobs.

Come now...

Don't let hate and anger fill your heart.

They are always bad counselors.

I don't mean you, Father.

You deserve to be white.

I mean the jigaboo with my daughter.

And the Chinks who took over my restaurant.

They drove Francis to drink.

It ended up killing him.

Your business failed.

It's not the fault of those who took it over.

Don't make all foreigners the scapegoats of your misfortune.

Say ten "Our Fathers" and five "Hail Marys".

But don't start again, Paulette.

Don't start again!

Buy my Périgord cheese! Five euros for five!

Try this, lady.

You too, sir. Five euros for five.

Go on, sir. Plenty for everyone!

Taste my cheese...

Too cheesy!

Let go of that!

I saw them first!

What will I eat tonight?

- The phone... - What phone, Rachid?

My sister's phone.

What?

Your all-inclusive week in Marbella for her phone.

Is it working?

Why wouldn't it be working?

Home Encyclopedias.

I can see you're interested in interior decorating.

That's lucky as I'm here

to tell you about...

our special offers.

This elevator busts my balls!

Oh, shit!

Shouldn't we call Maintenance?

Are you retarded? They don't come here anymore!

My humble respects.

I hope you'll be proud of me, honey.

I hope it comes out well.

Oh, yes, good!

Not bad...

One, two, three...

8 PM in Paris, 2 PM in New York.

Here is today's news, on Sept. 11 2011.

Tonight, we bring you a special edition

on this very emotional date.

What is the mood today?

Cheers.

Ten years already...

If only you'd listened to me

and drunk a bit less,

we might've kept our restaurant.

It says "September 2001" on the walls of New York...

Ten years since the World Trade Center...

3,000 dead...

A sad date...

Ten years ago...

Are they doing it on purpose?

Why aren't they out working?

The 35-hour week, retirement at 60 - what a joke!

Hello, Miss.

I didn't know your husband was my wife's neighbor.

"Sept. 11 2001."

Did he die in the Towers?

Did your wife die, 'cause of an April Fool's trick?

Denise Died April 1, 2004

Lazy bastards! Why not go out begging?

Jérémie, wait!

I've stepped in shit! Oh, fuck!

Fuckin' pain!

Jérémie, something's moving on its own.

You smoke too much!

What's he up to?

There he is.

Good evening, gentlemen. Tollbooth!

It's all there.

We gotta check.

That's business.

Francis, I've never seen so much cash.

What is this?

Thank you, young man. Have a great evening.

You too.

Goodbye.

Hi, Mom.

Say hello, Léo.

Hello.

- Hello who? - Grandma.

Don't call me that.

What, then?

He shouldn't call me anything.

When will you be back?

I'm working late...

When?

Around five.

That all there is?

If you're not happy, don't eat it.

I'd like a TV like that.

What kind?

Why don't you like me?

'Cause you're black.

You're Debbie, the new recruit, right?

Yes. You can call me Deb.

OK, what else?

No new leads.

Look at the DNA!

Really, Francis, this new cop is so dumb!

It's not difficult. DNA's everywhere, even on butt hair!

I'm not home!

Paulette, let me in.

No!

My mother-in-law's a bit strange.

What?

Lt. Marchal.

We have some questions about drug trafficking.

Hi, Paulette.

You use blacks to arrest drug traffickers now?

Don't mind her, she's always like that.

We're on an investigation.

I thought you could help us.

We've arrested a kid from here.

Jérémie - heard of him?

Thank you, but...

Don't want any?

No, I'm used to it.

So, you've arrested Jérémie?

For trafficking.

Trafficking?

Trafficking what?

Cannabis.

Much money in it?

Well, 400 to 500,000 euros a year, yes.

What? That little shit, 500 grand a year!

He's just a dealer.

We're after the big boss.

A guy called Vito.

Hello, Paulette.

Coming to play cards?

That's where it all happens.

Leave me alone with your damn cards!

Mrs. Courtine,

I'm appointed by the Court

to seize your belongings...

Fuck you!

Here.

A year's outstanding payments on a loan,

two years' unpaid gas and electricity bills,

on your rent and service charges.

You're not solvent,

so I'm seizing your belongings.

You can't! I'm on a minimum pension.

So, we have...

two reproduction armchairs,

one standard lamp...

Not my lamp!

One TV, brand: Radiola.

Not my TV!

A dresser, style:

country or rustic.

Fuckers!

If you have a complaint to file, phone the Court.

Their number is on the paper I gave you.

To pay your bill, say "Pay".

It worked just now.

Please repeat. I didn't understand you.

- Going out tonight? - To a party.

Call the guys up, then.

- Where is it? - In Paris.

What d'ya want, Grandma?

I want to see the boss.

Who?

Vito!

What d'ya say?

Get off me, jigaboo!

Say that again.

Get off her!

What d'ya want?

To talk to Mr. Vito.

That's me.

Who is it?

Mr. Vito, I know what you do. I want in.

What do I do?

I want to sell drugs.

This is no old people's club!

I ran a successful business for 35 years.

Go to bed, Grandma, it's late.

And I don't know what you mean.

We thought you weren't coming.